Change the World - Colé

Let me tell you a little story about my homie Corey

Right now he’s locked down serving at least forty

But excuse me, I got ahead of myself, I’m sorry son

This story starts in his youth, he was hardly one

When his pops got knocked for coping rocks

From under cover cops on the corner of his block

And he never got a chance to meet him

Cause the very next year his pops is laying still in the prison cell bleeding

from stab wounds, fatal

Bad news Corey’s mother and older brother already caught in the struggle

Brother barely ate tryna hustle just to carry weight

The whole family underweight cause they rarely ate

One thing my nigga never got was love

And his whole childhood he was watching drug addicts

His brother supplying it, old mother buying it

You expect a scientist to come from this environment

Get real!, this shits hard enough brought up black

But being poor plus your mums on crack

And your brothers a hustler tryna take you under his wing shit, just a fucking

wonder his breathing

If I could change the world I would

Snap my fingers and bad would turn to good

Let me change the world, I’m wishing

I promise you I’ll make a difference

If I could change the world I would

Snap my fingers and bad would turn to good

Let me change the world, I’m wishing

I promise you ill make a difference

Age five, Corey had dreams to be a cop, but

Age six, his older brother passed the Glock, let him hold it

Plans change, he started his campaign

Age thirteen, little boy doing big man things

And that’s what he thought

He was jacking rims from mustangs

Beating down on his class mates for chump change

Running round with the tough gang

The older niggas he sold dope for 'em, they bought clothes for him

However, soon he got older and selling petty dimes turned into some pretty

heavy crimes

The shit got to the point where he was stealing rides from his block

Even robbing quick stops

Ladies loved him, he was crazy fucking

Knocking boos daily, pretty soon he had a baby coming

But he didn’t claim it, his baby mother was crazy loving him

She said «Baby, let’s settle down,» he left her hanging

He’d rather be on the streets slanging a wild cat

But god damn i seen it coming a mile back

A drug deal gone bad guns bursting

Now Corey lying in a cell cause he merked him

Whats the moral of the story?, figure it out

So the next time you ask why niggas are wild

You know with out a doubt, don’t try and deny the shit

Young black male, a product of his environment

If I could change the world I would

Snap my fingers and bad would turn to good

Let me change the world, I’m wishing

I promise you I’ll make a difference

If I could change the world I would

Snap my fingers and bad would turn to good

Let me change the world, I’m wishing

I promise you ill make a difference

Cause i can’t stand to see my people struggling

But what we up against?

tough conditions in this life

And they wonder why these niggas all get hype, get high and fist fight

Or why they live like they living, to get ice and cars

No type of jobs, income coming from dicing and robbing niggas in broad daylight

Its hard cause all they know in this life is scars

This mic is all i need to change the globe, re-arrange it and make it so

Niggas ain’t in pain no more

Cause they they don’t pay no more mind to all youth

Till they got to locking them up and dawg that’s the truth yo

Thats the truth yo, that’s the truth